Sometimes i be seeing head cannons of Gachiakuta characters and realize yall are glazing them too much for something they wouldn’t do… I mean be delusional I guess 😭😭
Well idk if this is something more personal but i dont like when the writter write about an reader insert, and this have a lot of descriptions of the reader, i mean yeah I'm not a little cutie pie, I dont have a big lips or I'M NOT PETITE, That's is so mad for me I read a lot of fanfics and in the 80% of these they said -Oooh yeaaah and you are so cute and small, around CEO with 6'2ft- hell nahhhhhhhhhhhhh
Helloooouuu guyysss its meee again!!!! I hope did you liked amm the name of reader is reader lol. IDK if bring this like a short-fanfic or just like a one shot, If I don't get any answers, or if I do, maybe I'll leave it as a one-shot. whatever you want guys.
Depressed Fem!Reader x August | Hurt/Comfort | Slow Burn | College AU | Creative Chaos |
You were there, sunk into the bed, unable to remember whether you had eaten or even had dinner. Cookie crumbs and dried juice stains surrounded your body, like a sad reminder of better days. You stared at the ceiling, wondering what the hell you were doing with your life.
Free, yes. But free to do nothing. No desire to go out, no friends waiting, no job or school demanding anything from you. Obligations… better not think about them. Your phone vibrated every now and then, but you ignored the notifications. You didn’t have the energy for that either.
You shifted under the sheets, searching for refuge in sleep, even though it was already past two in the afternoon. The murmur of the television, playing some forgettable series, lulled you into a light sleep.
Beep, beep, beee— The alarm went off and was silenced almost instantly. Your body tensed, refusing to wake up, eyes opening and closing. 6:00, 6:30, 7:00, 7:10… Every attempt was a failure. You were supposed to be at university at 8.
Finally, thirty minutes before the deadline, you dragged yourself out of bed. Quick shower, jeans, t-shirt, sweater. A rushed brushing, and done. With twenty minutes to spare, you were already on your way to campus.
Class was torture. You tried to take notes, fighting sleep, one eye open while the other closed—blinking clearly wasn’t your thing. Your free hour found you in the cafeteria, with the persistent feeling that someone was watching you. You grabbed a slice of pizza and moved away.
One bite, two, three—and it was enough. Half the slice remained, but it didn’t matter.
As you finished your break, you checked your phone, already knowing what you’d find, smiling.
Hi – Saturday 9:02
Helloo - 10:24
Gooooooood morning- 11:52
Answer me – Sunday 10:01
HELLOOOO EARTH TO YOUUU – 14:22
What time are you getting here? Wanna have lunch together? – Today 7:21
Where are you? Let’s eat together – 12:12
You look so cute in that shirt – 12:34
Wait what? You looked up, and there he was. August. Waving enthusiastically.
— REEEEEADER, HIIIIII! — you replied with an equally ridiculous greeting, using both hands, an inevitable smile forming on your face.
He approached, and suddenly the cafeteria felt smaller. He was too tall, too bright.
— How was your weekend? What did you do? Have you seen the new project we’re working on? — His eyes sparkled. It was so easy to smile back at him.
What were you supposed to say? That you had spent the whole weekend glued to your bed? A stab of discomfort hit you.
— Uh, I was busy — you lied — I went to visit my family, you know. What about you?
August smiled even wider.
— That’s great! I’ve been working on the new project, the one for our sewing class, designing the new uniforms. It’s super interesting! You should check it out. How about I show you what I’ve done after class?
After class. The very idea sent chills down your spine.
— Uh… yeah, sure — you replied, trying to sound convincing — Sounds good.
A brief silence followed, broken only by the cafeteria’s hum. August looked at you with a kind smile, waiting for something more.
— And… how’s your family? — he asked, trying to keep the conversation going.
— Fine, fine — you shrugged — same as always.
He nodded, though he seemed to notice your evasiveness. Does he really believe this cheap lie?
— Hey, how about we get ice cream on Friday? — he suddenly suggested — To celebrate the end of the week.
Ice cream? With him? The idea was tempting… and terrifying.
— Mmm… I don’t know, August — you murmured — I’ve been kind of busy lately.
His smile faltered slightly.
— Oh, okay — he said, masking his disappointment — No worries. Maybe next time.
And just like that, twenty minutes of conversation vanished into thin air.
You really didn’t want to go back to class.
You walked together toward the classroom building.
— Haha, what’s wrong with you? Why the long face? — God, the warmth in his voice was almost annoying. Was he never sad?
— I don’t wanna go to classssss, it’s so exhausting, I just wanna go home — you dragged your feet, pulling at your eyes with your fingers. You were only steps away from parting ways.
…
Suddenly, you felt his hand grab your forearm.
— You know what, Reader? You only live once. Let’s go — he said with a mischievous smile, and before you could react, he started dragging you toward the exit.
Sunlight hit you full force as you stepped outside, so bright it hurt your eyes. You blinked several times, trying to adjust.
— August, what are you doing? We have class! — you protested, though part of you felt relieved.
— Bah! Class can wait. Today, we’re going on an adventure! — he exclaimed, eyes shining.
August was like that. A whirlwind of energy, pure drama. His blond hair waved in the wind as he pulled you across campus.
He seemed like a creature from another world. Sometimes his enthusiasm was overwhelming. But today, his madness felt strangely attractive.
— Where are we going? — you asked, letting yourself be carried along.
— That’s a surprise! — he replied, winking.
Before you could protest, he dragged you to the parking lot. There, a vintage motorcycle waited—worn, but charming.
— Do you trust me? — he asked with a playful look.
Without waiting for an answer, he helped you onto the bike, climbed on in front of you, started the engine, and in an instant, you were speeding away, leaving the university behind.
As you clung to his back, wind rushing against your face, you wondered if you were making a mistake. Where is he taking me? What will people think?
And yet, part of you felt free.
August was pulling you out of your comfort zone, into the unknown—and the uncertainty scared you.
The roar of the engine drowned out your thoughts. For a moment, you forgot everything. It was just you, August, and the road.
Still, one question lingered in your mind Would you be able to keep up?
The engine suddenly went silent. August had parked in front of an old building, bohemian and run-down.
— Welcome to my lair! — he announced proudly.
He took your hand and led you through a maze of hallways and doors until you reached a wide, bright studio.
The place was creative chaos: mannequins dressed in extravagant designs, sketches and patterns covering the walls, rolls of fabric piled in the corners, and masks scattered everywhere.
It was August’s kingdom, a space where imagination had no limits.
— Wow… — you breathed.
He smiled, pleased.
— Sit, relax, and let me get to know you! — he said, pointing to a beat-up but cozy armchair.
Then came the interrogation. He asked about your life, your tastes, your dreams, your fears.
— What’s your favorite band?
— Umm… I guess Limp Bizkit — you replied, a little embarrassed.
— Awesome! I love them too! And what kind of clothes do you like?
— I don’t know… whatever’s comfortable.
— Wrong! Clothes are a form of expression. Tell me what you want to say.
After hours of conversation and improvised sketches, August disappeared into a corner of the studio. He returned with a jacket in his hands.
— Tadaaaa!
It was unique, combining everything you had mentioned: a patch with a band’s logo, embroidered lyrics, and a cut that fit you perfectly.
— It’s… incredible.
— I know — he grinned — Try it on NOW NOW.
He helped you put it on. It fit like a glove.
— You look AMAZING!!!!.
You blushed.
— I can’t accept this!
— What?! Why not? It’s a gift. For our first date.
You froze. A date?
— Thank you… I love it.
Your face burned.
…
August took you home.
But when he said goodbye, something felt off. He was quiet, staring at the buildings in your neighborhood.
— Are you okay?
— Yeah… it’s nothing.
— See you tomorrow. Don’t miss me — he said lightly.
And with that, he drove off into the night.
Inside your house, darkness hit you like a wall. The magic of the day faded, leaving a bitter taste behind.
Alone in your room, you looked at yourself in the mirror, jacket still on.
You felt different.
As if August had given you more than just a piece of clothing.
Twin please I’m begging for you to do an nsfw alphabet with august 🙏🙏
AUGUST STILZA NSFW ALPHABET
OMGGG MY FIRST REQUEST, I HOPE I DID THIS RIGHT FOR YOUUU
I’m really new to writing, and even newer to writing NSFW content
!!ヽ(ﾟдﾟヽ)(ﾉﾟдﾟ)ﾉ!!
well, I’m a total virgin after all hahahahaha.( ;´･ω･`) Also, if something doesn’t fit or just feels off, English isn’t my first language so sorryyy if it’s weirdooo.((T_T))
I took out some letters because I felt it was too repetitive. If you have any other requests PLEASE SEND THEM MY WAY
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A ftercare
Once you’re done, he likes to ask how you feel, take care of you, cover you in kisses and tell you how much he always loves being with you.
He usually cleans you up all over while cracking jokes about what you just did.
Once he regains a bit of energy, he needs to eat they’ll probably order takeout.
And there I was in bed, lying down in August’s t-shirt. We were both in perfect peace when suddenly I felt him move really abruptly – "IT’S HERE!" He runs out of the room shirtless and when he comes back, he’s carrying a bag with four burgers.
After eating, they usually take a shower together.
B ody parts
His stomach and the back of his neck are very sensitive areas.
He loves feeling that you need him as your hands run over his chest and down to his stomach, and vice versa.
When you ride him and place your hands on his stomach to keep your balance, it makes him see stars, the more you lean on him, is better.
If you kiss him and hold the back of his neck so he doesn’t pull away, he’d melt right there like a sweet white chocolate bar in the sun.
And if the kiss is too intense and you pull his hair back to catch your breath, he’ll let out a really high-pitched moan (even though he doesn’t like how it sounds).
C um
Oh god, this man would leave you completely sticky with an overwhelming amount.
He loves to cum inside you, watch it drip out and push it back in.
If you can’t take any more, he’ll probably spread it all over your body, he doesn’t hold back.
"GODDDD, YOU LOOK SO PRETTY! WHITE SUITS YOU SO WELL" he says as he lets it fall onto your face.
D ominance/Submission
He usually takes charge during sessions, but he definitely loves being dominated too.
Though he won’t make it easy on you, if you try to dominate him gently, you’ll never win and he’ll end up taking control of you instead.
You need to catch him off guard, keep his hands from moving and do it with incredible strength and energy.
He’s a closet masochist
The rougher you are, is better. He loves being degraded, though he’d never say it out loud. If you tease him and leave him drowning in lust without relief, this man will cry and beg for you.
E xhibitionism
No, definitely not. He doesn’t like sharing you or the thought of anyone else seeing you – only he gets that privilege.
But he loves the thrill of almost getting caught in the most inappropriate places – that adrenaline makes him feel more alive than ever.
The worst part? He’s loud, no matter how quiet you try to be, he’ll make all the noise you don’t.
F etishes
He likes sex toys, but he prefers using them in public and making you whimper out on the street.
He likes being gagged.
And I’m sure he loves doing it in uncomfortable places, like under his desk or on the stairs.
G roup sex
Nope.
If you give him the option to try it, he’ll give you more than one reason why not. He’ll probably get upset if you ask.
We were casually watching a movie we weren’t really paying attention to, since I was on his lap in a heated makeout session. During one of those pauses to breathe, I casually asked if he’d ever want to invite someone else.-"What?" His usual upbeat vibe just vanished.-"Don’t you like how we do it anymore? Isn’t it enough? Why?" His voice got darker and more serious by the second – he was getting so worked up that I just said it was a joke, nothing serious.-"AYYY BABE don’t scare me like that! I thought I was gonna DIE AHAHAHAHA, so funny I totally fell for it this time" he said as he hugged me so tight he squeezed all the air out of my lungs.
H andjob
He doesn’t usually like getting them unless you send him a sexy pic
Or you’re modeling for him,
Or he’s watching you do the same thing to yourself,
Or maybe if he's teaching you how to do it.
K inks
Spanking
Seeing you cry
Overstimulation
Making you scream
Loves doing it with clothes on (even better if it’s a full set of lingerie and clothes he made himself)
Tying you up and being tied up with fabric or ribbons
Role-play
Costumes
L ocations
In bed, on the couch, at the office, against the wall, by the windows, on the stairs, in the bathroom, against the table, on the floor, at the beach, or on his motorcycle.
M otivation
Ufff it being you, wearing his clothes, wearing outfits he made for you, whispering in his ear, or kissing him for just a second longer than usual.
N OPEE
No sadism
No one seeing you two
No adding other people
He won’t call you degrading or vulgar names (slut, bitch, whore)
O ral sex
He likes giving it as much as receiving it, though he usually gets more than he gives.
If he’s really busy with work, you can help him out under his desk.
P ace
It’s definitely a mix of slow and rough. He loves seeing you react, watching himself move in and out, taking his time and enjoying it to the fullest.
(Maybe that’s why it lasts so long.)
Q uickies
He loves them – perfect for relieving stress and giving him motivation.
R isk
As long as you’re okay with it, he’ll do anything...
S tamina
Three rounds straight; they can take a break and come back for another three.
The only limit is you, babe.-"Owww my cutie pie is tired already? We can do just one more, c’mon?"
U njustice
He needs to see you overstimulated, barely able to speak, to feel satisfied. If you can still form coherent words, you’re not done yet.
He likes telling you everything on his mind, no matter how perverted it is even in front of other people.
While he doesn’t like being seen, he does like being heard... more like, he likes you being heard.
He loves teasing you, making you jealous or making you need him.
V olume
Even though you might not expect it, he’s not too loud – just enough to let you know you’re amazing.
X-Rated Talk
Yes, absolutely. He means everything he says and follows through. It’s his biggest turn-on – seeing you get nervous from his words makes him grin from ear to ear.
Y earning
Always, every single day, if you’re willing to keep up or if the situation allows it. Probably during a work week or a normal busy week, they’d only do it once (but for six hours).
Z ZZ
He falls asleep easily after you’re both cleaned up. A big spooning hug and five minutes later, he’s out cold.
Hello guys, I am again. I would like to do a one shot by August, but I do not know what I am afraid to do it. If any ideas, please comment or send me DM. ( *・ω・)ノ
So this is the second part of Headcanons Spicy Version. (*￣∇￣)
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August is the type of boyfriend who, even if everyone says he smells bad, cares a lot about his appearance – have you seen that hair? It doesn’t take care of itself. He probably smells like clothes fresh out of the dryer.
August is the type of boyfriend who makes everything hot – you bent down to pick up your dropped keys? You changed your hairstyle? You wore a different lipstick?
August is the type of boyfriend who loves whispering dirty things in your ear to make you nervous.
August is the type of boyfriend who, if it weren’t for respecting you, would do it anytime, anywhere.
August is the type of boyfriend who touches you just because – you’re talking when suddenly you feel his hand squeezing your breast; you’re lying face down? He uses your butt as a pillow.
August is the type of boyfriend who loves seeing you in sexy costumes – he’d probably do anything you want or anything he wants to see: bunny, cop, nurse, maid – everything possible and imaginable.
August is the type of boyfriend who likes doing it in any position, but without a doubt his favorites would be the classic cowgirl and doggy style. Why? Easy – he can see everything happening on your face and body.
August is the type of boyfriend who loves overstimulating you until you scream with pleasure; he needs to see you cry every time you do it.
August is the type of boyfriend who never gets tired – you have to beg him to stop because this man has the energy to go at it for 3 days straight.
August is the type of loud boyfriend – he likes letting you know how good you feel, but he needs you to show it to the neighbors too.
Heyyy! This is my first post ever so I’ll do my best!! I love August, I adore him SO MUCH and it’s terrible how there’s barely any content about him out there (＞Д＜；) Hope you guys enjoy it!
August is the type of boyfriend Who Loves to match with you — whether it’s just a bracelet or a full-on coordinated outfit.
August is the type of boyfriend Who overreacts with praise no matter what you wear. You could be in a shirt covered in ketchup and he’d still say you look amazing.
August is the type of boyfriend Who would have a pillow with your face on it in his room.
August is the type of boyfriend Who when waiting in line for something, would rest his head on top of yours to look at your phone with you.
August is the type of boyfriend whoIs super clingy and affectionate in public — lots of kisses, hugs, and even shouting about how much he loves you.
August is the type of boyfriend Who gets flustered really easily. If you get a little too close he’ll react right away, and if you kiss him unexpectedly he’ll probably just freeze and go blank.
August is the type of boyfriend Who saves every single photo you send him, and has a whole album on his phone just for pictures of you two together.
August is the type of boyfriend Who loves to leave little sticky notes with sweet messages for you to find around the house or in your bag.
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